User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150429212034/@comment-2246928-20150531230258

Her keen eyes watched the slaves intently, roving from one row to the next with careful surety. And then she picked up something almost unbelievable to her if she wasn't at that moment watching that very thing happen...

It might have seemed like something completely normal to any other creature but a professional slaver.

But that squirrel, he... He had stopped rowing, whilst others continued... It felt almost... so preposterous the weasel questioned her own sanity for a moment. Never in all her seasons but right before a slave rebellion or some other event with disasterous effects had she seen an awake slave that freely stopped rowing, while in full realization that he was actually supposed to...

Fear clutched her heart, and lip twitching, the weasel hissed and drew her whip from her belt, striding up to Jujubee and standing over him as he sat, her weaselly little eyes glistening with fury. "Vhy de devil 'ave ya stopped rowink?"